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Not long after.

Hiroshi Wakato and Genichirō Sanada arrived on the court one after another.

However.

The former's eyes were almost bloodshot at this moment.

He was staring at Genichirō Sanada viciously.

As if he wanted to eat his flesh, suck his blood, knock his bones, and suck his marrow.

After all, in his opinion, Kitagawa was like a villain hiding behind Genichirō Sanada.

And Genichirō Sanada was like a hypocrite who encouraged the villain.

"Asshole!!!"

"You actually turned my guards against me."

"You Rikkai University are really disgusting!"

The next moment.

As the two walked to the net, Hiroshi Wakato, who no longer heard the cheers and shouts of the past, gritted his teeth and said something.

"......"

Looking at Hiroshi Wakato, Genichirō Sanada shook his head.

Turned to look at the referee on the podium.

Now Wakato Hiroshi was completely overwhelmed by jealousy, and even felt cynical.

He thought that everyone was targeting him.

For such an opponent, Sanada Genichirō had no intention of wasting words with him.

"The first round of the Kanto Tournament, the third game, singles three matches."

"Sanada Genichirō of the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team VS Wakato Hiroshi of the Johsei Shonan team."

"Wakato Hiroshi serves."

"The game begins!"

Although he didn't like Wakato Hiroshi's words and expressions, he was an old referee for many years after all.

He finished the guessing process without any expression.

After the whistle fell.

Wakato Hiroshi took a deep breath.

Then he took out a hat from his pocket and threw it directly into the air.

As the hat fell and was put on his head.

His eyes became sharp.

"Transform!"

After these two words fell.

Wakato Hiroshi's temperament has changed.

It reminds people of a world-class professional tennis player, Taylor Dent.

He is a serve-and-volley player known as a tennis heavy gunner.

He has excellent serving skills and a keen sense of the net that are favored by the world.

His career record is 151 wins and 140 losses, his highest singles ranking is 21st, he has won 4 tour singles championships, and his best Grand Slam record is the 2003 US Open and the 2005 Wimbledon fourth round.

He once set the fastest Wimbledon serve speed of 238 kilometers per hour.

"Welcome to destruction!"

Wakato Hiroshi snorted coldly with a gloomy look.

Then he was ready to serve.

The next moment.

The tennis ball was thrown into the air by him.

As his eyes focused, he jumped up and swung it fiercely.

Heavy gun serve!

Bang!

After a crisp collision sounded.

The tennis ball seemed to have gained huge kinetic energy and shot out in an instant.

Tap tap!

Swish!

Whoosh!

A series of sounds and dust.

Sanada Genichirō appeared in everyone's sight like an emperor.

He swung the racket held in both hands like a sword strike.

"If that's all."

"Then it seems that you are just pretending--"

"Weakling."

The next moment.

Bang!

The racket in Sanada Genichirō's hand also collided with the tennis ball that shot out.

In an instant.

Countless lightning bolts burst out from the point of contact between the two.

The azure blue instantly became the main color of the court.

Amid the crackling sound.

The emperor's conquest began!

"Move like thunder!"

Swish!

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye.

A flash of lightning flashed directly out.

The speed was so fast that it made people feel their scalp tingling.

At this moment.

Imitating the serve-and-volley player Taylor Dent, Wakato Hiroshi jumped up in front of the net like a clown.

Not only did he fail to hit the ball back, but he also ate a mouthful of dust.

It was as if a flash of lightning passed by him.

It made people feel scared.

Boom!!!

Instantly.

A huge roar sounded behind him.

The violent dust and smoke waves and shock waves hit the back of Wakato Hiroshi who landed like a huge wave.

He staggered on the spot and almost fell to the ground.

"How... is this possible?!"

He finally stabilized his body and looked back.

A deep pit came into view shockingly.

The originally indignant heart seemed to have fallen directly into an ice cave.

The emotions of trembling and fear gradually grew.

Even at that moment, Ruoren Hong was glad that the racket in his hand did not hit the tennis ball."If you apologize now."

"It's not too late..."

Looking at Wakato Hiroshi with a fierce look, Sanada Genichirō said solemnly.

After all, Kitagawa said it from the beginning.

We need a magnificent opening ceremony to show the majesty of Rikkai University.

Of course.

Now it can also be seen as Sanada Genichirō's first courtesy and then force.

"Apologize?"

"Apologize for what?"

"I just don't like that guy, I just don't like you Rikkai University!"

Wakato Hiroshi, who had calmed down a little, heard this.

The whole person exploded.

He immediately served the ball.

The tennis ball that left the racket seemed to have turned into a cannonball.

With a mighty force, it shot towards the opposite side at an extremely fast speed.

In his opinion, it was Kitagawa who stole the attention that should have belonged to the people of Johshinari Shonan, Aoi Hanamura.

Now he is asking him to apologize.

It's simply too much.

There is just one thing that Wakato Hiroshi and even Jounari Shonan all subconsciously overlooked.

That is, Kitagawa never made contact with Aoi Hanamura from beginning to end.

Instead, Aoi Hanamura paid attention to the other party on her own initiative.

"In that case."

"Then——"

"I will attack with all my strength!"

Swish!

Boom!

In an instant.

A dark red breath rushed directly into the sky.

Then it quickly spun around Genichirō Sanada like an air wave.

In his bright eyes, a domineering gaze was looming in them.

Without changing his expression, Genichirō Sanada quickly rushed to the left front.

Swish!

Step!

He jumped quickly and smashed the racket in his hand.

For a moment, it seemed as if endless flames burst out in all directions with the point of collision between the racket and the tennis ball as the center.

The black and red air wave rolled up the silver-white flame.

It looks beautiful, but it is actually murderous.

"Shiranui!"

Bang!

After a violent collision, the tennis ball that had left the racket seemed to disappear.

At the same time,

It seemed as if a rain of fire was falling from the sky.

"Huh?!"

With a slightly frowned brow and a vigilant look on his face, Wakato Hiroshi quickly searched for the trace of the tennis ball.

But when he suddenly turned around,

A flash of fire flashed by.

The white baseball cap on his head flew straight into the sky.

The tennis ball was firmly embedded in the concrete of the stands.